Three days ago I was wearing capris.

And Dale was showing me how he could do this: And then last night, this happened:

We told Dale it was probably going to happen.

And he woke me up at 6:30.

We didn't get up that early on Christmas morning!

Dale is not an early riser.

Not usually anyway.

But by 7:00 this morning he was outside doing this:

But then I called him in for breakfast.

And put all his clothes in the dryer to get ready for round 2.

Because we aren't really equipped for snow around here, as far as clothing goes.

Anyway... Dale asked if I was going to make him a snowflake muffin for breakfast.

I did this instead:
Snowflake toast, with marshmallow flurries! :)

And hot chocolate.

And oatmeal.

Which doesn't seem to photograph well. Ick.

And then I had to take another picture, just for fun:

Alan didn't seem to care too much about the snow.

The eggs? Bring 'em on.

But the snow? Unimpressed.
But I bundled him up and took him out anyway.

Because there were pictures to be taken.

Doesn't he look like he's having fun?
I think he was. Really.
No really. He smiled right after the above picture was taken.

And I captured it!

But I was so off-center I cut half of Dale out.

I am a wicked photographer.

And I was cold.

But before I went in, I told Dale YES, he could throw a snowball at me.

He made a good one.

And chunked it at me.

And missed:
I don't think his feelings were hurt, do you?

And how 'bout those "Snow Club" jammies?

I love it when something works out right.

Did YOU get any snow last night?